I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
: ̗̀➛ This chapter contains no spoilers so enjoy :)
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As Romeo tossed and turned in his sleep, his brow furrowed in distress, it was clear that something troubled his mind, something that lingered in the shadows of his subconscious. With each restless movement, he seemed to be battling against unseen forces, grappling with memories or fears that refused to be laid to rest.
His usually serene expression was twisted in anguish, his features contorted by the turmoil within. Even in sleep, his body tensed with tension, as if he were engaged in a silent struggle against an invisible foe.
Occasionally, soft murmurs escaped his lips, fragments of words and phrases that hinted at the nature of his troubled dreams. Perhaps he was reliving past traumas or confronting hidden fears, the details of which remained shrouded in the darkness of his subconscious.
Despite the peaceful surroundings of his sleeping chamber, Romeo seemed trapped in a nightmarish realm of his own making, a place where the boundaries between reality and illusion blurred and twisted with every passing moment.
And yet, even in the depths of his troubled sleep, there was a flicker of resilience in Romeo's demeanor, a determination to overcome whatever demons haunted him. As he wrestled with the shadows of his subconscious, there was a silent strength in his struggle, a refusal to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf him.
As the night wore on and the moon cast its pale light upon his troubled form, Romeo's restless slumber continued unabated, a testament to the inner battles that raged within him. And though the night was long and fraught with uncertainty, there remained a glimmer of hope that dawn would soon break, bringing with it the promise of a new day and the possibility of peace at last.
As Romeo lay there, ensnared in the clutches of sleep, it was evident that something sinister lurked within the recesses of his mind. His rest was disturbed, plagued by the torment of whatever specter haunted his dreams.
In the dim light of the chamber, his features twisted in turmoil, betraying the inner battle he waged against unseen adversaries. His brow furrowed, muscles tensed, and the occasional twitch of his limbs suggested a struggle playing out beyond the realm of consciousness.
Perhaps it was a memory from his past, an echo of events long buried but never forgotten. Or maybe it was a figment of his imagination, conjured from the depths of his subconscious by fears and anxieties that refused to be quelled.
Whatever the source, it cast a pall over his otherwise peaceful countenance, turning his slumber into a battleground where reality and illusion waged war. Shadows danced across his face, their movements mirroring the tumultuous landscape of his dreams.
Occasionally, he would murmur unintelligible words or phrases, fragments of a narrative that remained elusive and enigmatic. They hung in the air like whispers from another world, hinting at the depths of his torment.
